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Growing up, I was very close to my grandmother. She loved cooking and baking, and put a lot of love into what she made. When I was about 12 or 13, she showed me how she made an apple pie. She told me that a girl needed to know how to cook if she wanted to catch a good husband. I laugh about that now, but those hours spent in her kitchen at different times over the years have always been one of my favorite memories. I loved learning how to cook and was so thrilled to see how happy the things I created made the people I served them to. I don’t remember everything I cooked and baked, but I remember the smiling faces and feeling of warmth of family. The smell of an apple pie baking never fails to make me happy. And eating a pie that I baked with people I love will always be one of greatest pleasures.

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I was born in the kitchen…

Not literally, of course! My fondest memories of my late grandfather,my earliest memories as well, were watching him stand in front of his range top, stirring a gigantic cauldron of menudo (Mexican tripe and pig’s feet soup with a spicy broth and hominy). As I grew up, I remember spending a lot of time at my Grandpa’s house; Learning what I could and just watching as he took a random pile of raw spices, meat, and vegetables, and creating such amazing dishes that my entire family could enjoy. Without him, I don’t think I would be the foodie I am today, or the home cook I’ve grown into without him.

I remember when my husband (then boyfriend) came to meet my family, we all met at a local Mexican restaurant in Sacramento,California called Xochimilco (I strongly recommend it!). Now, I come from an obviously Mexican family…my husband is a ginger of Norwegian and German descent. My grandfather was near the end of his life at that point, and thought he was Irish until he spoke! It was amusing as he looked over the menu that was primarily in Spanish, nudging me and asking if the Menudo on the menu was the same as the kind I’d always raved about to him.

My entire family was completely floored after he ordered the dish. His eyes got as big as his smile when the cauldron was brought out and put in front of him. It made me feel very proud of him when he just dove right in and enjoyed every mouthful. I think that was the point when my whole family became very comfortable with him and his unabashed love of all food. Three days later he asked me to marry him! Almost three years later, we still fill each other’s lives with good conversation and good food! We’ve built our friendship on good meals and our mutual love of food, and our Marriage is as warm as the freshest tortillas.

This is how and why I enjoy food so much, food is my life, my love, and my world.

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I don’t have the greatest relationship with my family. That being said, I think my best food memory comes from when I was a kid at Christmas. 

My grandmother used to live in an old farm house out in the sticks and every year a couple weeks before Christmas, my aunts, my mother and I would go driving around looking for the perfect Blue Spruce Christmas tree. Once we found the perfect tree, my aunt would strap it to the top of her car and she and I would drive up and down main street with the windows down and the Christmas music blasting. 

Once we got back to Grandma’s and decorated the tree, she would bake tons and tons of sugar cut out cookies. (I have a very large extended family, so there were hundreds of cookies!) My cousins and I got the job of pressing the cutters into the rolled dough, and then once the cookies were cooled, we got the amazing job of decorating them. We’d mix frostings of every color and stay up until the wee hours of the morning, our fingers and mouths stained from sampling, with sprinkles and jimmies everywhere. 

To this day, I can’t see a frosted cut out sugar cookie (of any variety) and not fondly remember those late nights. And on the offchance that I actually get to bake cookies like that? It’s like I’m instantly 6 years old again. 

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I love cooking for my fiance. Each week I bake him something new, his favorite things are breads and cobblers. If he’s not too tired after work, he helps me out, and it’s a fun bonding experience. I always love learning new things about him through cooking, and he learns new things too (who knew he liked to eat orange peels straight off of an orange?). He’s never really cared for desserts, so it’s really fantastic to be able to make a dessert item and have him genuinely enjoy it. My favorite thing is when he says “you should make this again!” And honestly I like hearing “eh, that’s not my favorite” as well, because it means when he says he likes something he really means it! 

He cooks for me too; he’s more into savory things, so he likes making fish dishes, potato-centric dishes, and savory breads. I think he’s better at cooking intrinsically than I am; he knows just what’ll taste good together and what flavors will build on or complement one another without even using a recipe!

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food and chat

One reason I like feasts is because I believe meals brings people together. In fact I remember going for meal with a rather quiet bunch of people and over the meal we shared amazing fellowship and as a Christian I believe sharing over meals was huge tool of Jesus. Some of His best teachings and chats were at meals or over food- feeding of the five thousand and of course the last supper 🙂 In fact he was even called a glutton which shows he must have often been at meals. This is one of the reasons I really like to fellowship over meals it brings people together, they open up and Jesus was into it.

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This keeps posting as if I’ve submitted it on my main account, but I haven’t. This is an actual submission from someone else. Every time I post it, though, it says that it’s submitted under my tumblr name. Major apology to the person to whom this story actually belongs.